Chapter 1122: Finale 5

Feng Qingyu's heart moved slightly. She originally felt that she was sleeping in an airtight and warm cocoon, and would not be attacked by any external force.
The low call at this moment was like a hand that stretched out of thin air trying to tear her protective shell, making her feel a little frightened and angry ...
She struggled a bit, and suddenly shot out with a single palm: "Go!"
"Bang!" With a whistle, she didn't know what to slap on, and a low muffled hum came from her ear, and then she became cold, and the feeling like immersed in a hot spring suddenly disappeared.
She fought a cold war, opened her eyes suddenly, and couldn't help it!
The emperor's release sound crooked beside her, and her chest was bleeding again. She raised her hand to look at her hand again, and it was sticky with some blood ...
It turned out that the palm she had sent out unconsciously was hitting the injured part of her. The strength of her palm was not small, and the wound that had just been sutured was opened again by her.
Although the emperor's sound surface remained calm, his face was painfully pale.
"What are you doing so close to me?" Feng Qingyu gave him a slap of guilt, but couldn't help rebuke.
Di Shiyin took a breath and he wanted to sit up, but his body was empty and he couldn't lift a little energy. He smiled helplessly: "I'm a little bit cold, here is closer to the fire."
Feng Qingyu: "..."
Then she remembered that Di Shiyin had lost a lot of blood this time, and it was normal for fear of cold.
But what about the warm feeling just now?
"You ... just held me?" She guessed.
Di Shiyin looked down slightly and said quietly: "It's warmer for two people to sit together."
After she fell asleep, she had a nap in her dream. It must be a little cold, so he barely approached her.
He wanted to hug her like before, but was afraid to wake her up, so he surrounded her with a virtual body behind her, to prevent her from being blown by the sea wind, and gave her a peaceful harbor with her body.
She was clearly in her arms and she could hold her tightly as soon as she tightened her arms.
However, he felt as if he was separated by mountains and rivers. He tried to trek in the direction of her, but he could not touch her in any way—
He couldn't help sighing, calling her name with a sigh, his heart was choppy sweet and bitter.
He had never tasted such an emotion before, but when he was a little bit fascinated, he was hit by her!
Judging from the strength of this palm, her skills have recovered a lot ...
Feng Qingyu looked at him half-lying there. Although the face was light and light, the cold sweat flowed down the horns, knowing that his palm was heavy.
An inexplicable emotion arose in my heart, and he coughed, "How are you? It doesn't matter?"
"It doesn't matter." Di Shiyin simply lay there on his back: "Qing Yu, you can now exercise power. Meditate and run for two more days, you can fully transport that half of fruit. You first hold Shou Yuanyi, Let Nianli run the second pulse of the Governor ... "
He said something she should pay attention to at the moment.